The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And

Now That No One Buys Our Votes, The Public Has Long Since Cast Off Its Cares; For The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Meddles No More And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things - Bread And Circuses.

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

What Man Have You Ever Seen Who Was Contented With One Crime Only?

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

We Deem Those Happy Who, From The Experience Of Life, Have Learned To Bear Its Ills, Without Being Overcome By Them.